He's bouncy. Bounces on tables, desks, chairs. Nothing stands in the way. Says profound things with little surface meaning. What does that mean, you ask. Coy glance, never an answer. He moves on, seldom teaching, always storytelling or coaxing people to speak. To voice ideas. Just when you think you have him all figured out BAM he's top of a table doing an impression of golem BAM he's sulking because the class won't speak up BAM he's singing Enrique Iglesias because he fixed the projector. Master of the arts. Teacher, storyteller, actor, writer, poet, playwright, artist. Don't know if he's any good, but he truly does it all. Mad but means well. Confusing but dependable. Chaotic good.